Watcher’s Council Winners while I was away

Oooh! Alliteration. Did you catch all that alliteration in my post title? Not as good as “Seven silver swans swimming softly,” or W.S. Gilbert’s “It’s the song of a merry man, moping mum, whose soul was sad and whose glance was glum, who sipped no sup and who craved no crum, as he sighed for the love of a lady,” but okay nevertheless.

But enough blather. Even though I was swiftly sailing one of the Seven Seas, the Watcher’s went on. Here are the winners for the two weeks I missed: